Friday, January 10, 2020

I Can't Make Myself Get Up

Depression feels like
Flesh made of lead
Rolling over in bed
Feels like a marathon
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Parched

 My love your love Acid Rain Pouring down on me I raised my face Drink it in Burning My eyes my throat So parched Thirsty for any Drop

  • Abandonment Issues
     I loved you  More Than I loved myself You needed it  But I did too
  • Unraveling
    wound up I try to gather   my loose strings frayed messy ends but you find a thread pull me  and here I am  unraveling in front of you  
  • nocturnal
    I fear that I’m a flower Who can only bloom In solitary darkness